And I certainly was... sick. My identity wastied up in things-- owning, possessing,...

And I certainly was... sick. My identity wastied up in things-- owning, possessing, consuming. I reduced my value to thingsthat could be bought, purchased,things that could be held. I thought these were the pathsto happiness, but now I see I was merely seekingto fill a void that never really neededto be filled. The void was imaginarybecause I was already enough. We all are. Each and every one of us hasthe capacity for happiness locked deep inside. The question iswhether we have the will to access it. Or, like me... be fortunate enoughto find someone willing to create a place where theycan find peace and happiness. He's recreating the Pit